[ Thank god Cater didn't taunt him, tease him about this. Lilia's not sure he could handle that, as much as he's the one more in control here. He's far more used to getting himself ready. It felt too intimate to let anyone else do it.
So why's it any different with Cater?
As he's scooted forward, Lilia can't help but shift his hips, grinding himself against Cater's cock. Both of his hands find a spot on Cater's shoulders. His head tilts back as he feels Cater's lips against his neck.
Lilia's nails dig into his shoulders as he slides a finger inside, a needy whine drawn from the fae man then. His hips squirm needily, his breath catching in the back of his throat. ]
Cater...! [ His name is moaned out, in a way that puts Lilia's desire fully on display. Words might not be able to describe it, but his actions sure fucking do. ]
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So why's it any different with Cater?
As he's scooted forward, Lilia can't help but shift his hips, grinding himself against Cater's cock. Both of his hands find a spot on Cater's shoulders. His head tilts back as he feels Cater's lips against his neck.
Lilia's nails dig into his shoulders as he slides a finger inside, a needy whine drawn from the fae man then. His hips squirm needily, his breath catching in the back of his throat. ]
Cater...! [ His name is moaned out, in a way that puts Lilia's desire fully on display. Words might not be able to describe it, but his actions sure fucking do. ]